Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm cause
I'm about to rip Psalm
When the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up
from Vietnam

'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or
Lyrics I lick with my
And rhymes I with my teeth
This lyrical prophet you can't stop this the West Indies

You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and up
In these books and scrolls I unfold
The I use does make me bold
The intelligence in my

Converts itself and wisdom
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, of steel pan and Calypso
Cyop is a buck and a buck is a
That's the real thing and a natural fact

This lyrical man you hold me back
From the red, the white, and the black
Island, which is my land, my of birth
You can tell by the that's swung

And the lyrical structure in me
So all MC's don't cross border
'Cause by now you should know of
Lyrically but now I despise

All youth out of order
try to test any of the Schnickens
'Cause I'm not with the lyrical boxin'
The beatin' and the

Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

You two-facety, you face me
And my you'll bite and learn
you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm
Chip FU, then you extend and show all the youth them

That me big under roots and culture
And the bad in the pen
when I grip the mic
(Yes, man)
All MC's they do stop yes and

Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I
these lyrical styles of such
And if I do a lyrical masterpiece
Lyrics never cease, then a piece unleash and make it brief

Please don't yes or thief
C H I P FU is my name, it will stay the same
me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage
And drop rhymes the same

Quote for quote, note for note, did you
So jack it up and it up operator
Wheel and again
MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's

But a wanna-be's not I want to be
See the FU-Schnickens to be
The true free
Free to preach FU-Schnick

We untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity
Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do
I'm not Jamaican, so all MC's you better run
Because Mr. FU man a come

And me pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes
A de don
True me full up a style and me and wild
With peer pattern watch how me it in a verb

And capsize it in a
Uno better I and I respect
When this Trinidadian I
out

Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

Phenomenon one, two, phenomenon three
Come me
POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild
See I'm the C the H the I the P

with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G
The M the O, yes and the C
And when the M the I the C is in my H the
I preach and and educate all ghetto youth about unity

But wait, let me get set not to
But to get something
All MC's come out good styles
And all of them do great

But ring the alarm and don't calm
I won't procrastinate
These styles that I compile
To preach and teach and educate me, a new jack
(Who's that)

When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a
On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll me live and direct
Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice perfect
So pack up because your lyrics are weak when you speak

Don't step so just back up, up, take off the make-up
The mic because I'll up
MC's limbs from limb, me trim
You see me, I don't no style and I don't follow no pattern

So take head to this lesson I bring or the I brought
Which was to one and another
All MC's better ring the alarm
In other words, run for